Road Kill

I prefer my road kill as dead as possible: its face ripped off, its paws dragged along the last mile and a half of the interstate, the skin of its back zested off like the curled orange rind floating above the foam topping a cold mug of blue moon.   It’s just no fun when … Continue reading Road Kill

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Fear of Trains

Everyone has an irrational fear of some type: a horror of something that can’t hurt you, or at least is highly unlikely. I for one am bothered by thunderstorms, due to almost being hit by lightning on a Boy Scout trip. My girlfriend loathes moths and butterflies, because “they’re like tiny weird aliens, and I … Continue reading Fear of Trains